Emilia's growing fear
Fear was an odd emotion. It didn’t always arrive with cries or shadows. Sometimes, it crept in quietly—soft as a breath, persistent as a heartbeat—until it lived in every stride, every thought, every moment. For Emilia, terror followed her like a ghost. It was there the instant she left Adrian’s study. It was there during breakfast, untouched on her tray. As she traversed the deserted hallway, reliving every word of their exchange, it was there. "These lines are delicate." "This marriage needs to stay structured." “If we cross those lines, there’s no going back.” She was most afraid of the part of him that wanted to give up on the structure, not the structure itself. The part she saw in his eyes.The part that desired her. The Mansion Feels Different Toda
